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It
’
s
because
we
want
to
hold
it
back
,
she
thought
.
Night
is
safer
than
day
.
There
came
over
her
then
a
longing
for
a
rainbow
in
this
place
that
would
never
see
rain
.
I
must
suppress
such
longings
,
she
thought
.
They
’
re
a
weakness
.
I
no
longer
can
afford
weaknesses
.
Stilgar
gripped
her
arm
,
pointed
across
the
basin
.
“
There
!
There
you
see
proper
Druses
.
”
She
looked
where
he
pointed
,
saw
movement
:
people
on
the
basin
floor
scattering
at
the
daylight
into
the
shadows
of
the
opposite
cliffwall
.
In
spite
of
the
distance
,
their
movements
were
plain
in
the
clear
air
.
She
lifted
her
binoculars
from
beneath
her
robe
,
focused
the
oil
lenses
on
the
distant
people
.
Kerchiefs
fluttered
like
a
flight
of
multicolored
butterflies
.
“
That
is
home
,
”
Stilgar
said
.
“
We
will
be
there
this
night
.
”
He
stared
across
the
basin
,
tugging
at
his
mustache
.
“
My
people
stayed
out
overlate
working
.
That
means
there
are
no
patrols
about
.
I
’
ll
signal
them
later
and
they
’
ll
prepare
for
us
.
”
“
Your
people
show
good
discipline
,
”
Jessica
said
.
She
lowered
the
binoculars
,
saw
that
Stilgar
was
looking
at
them
.
“
They
obey
the
preservation
of
the
tribe
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
is
the
way
we
choose
among
us
for
a
leader
.
The
leader
is
the
one
who
is
strongest
,
the
one
who
brings
water
and
security
.
”
He
lifted
his
attention
to
her
face
.
